String Carol grimes September 2018 ©
String rhymes with sing and wing, I like string.
A useful thing – made of many colours, textures, thickness, and weight.
I love to sing, I would love to fly, to wing it and sing it-
please wrap it – and tie it with string for me.
Holding up your trousers when you have forgotten a belt.
Khipu for the Inca and for Sailors, a half hitch or a figure of eight.
Alpine, Butterfly or Ashleys Bend.
Twine rhymes with mine, heart beating, mouth singing,
hands waving, don’t unwind my one ball of string, I need it to wrap a parcel,
tie a knot, cats cradle – you can do a lot with string.
Grandmothers saved it, along with paper, envelopes and elastic bands.
You never know when you might need such things.
‘Waste not, want not.’
For Knots – in the end, we will always need string, rope, and twine.
String, with its sister twine and a Grandfather’s rope – mine to unwind.
To prop up an old gnarled tree, a gate or a shrub gone wild in the wind.
Bowline or Hitch for sewing a stitch on a patch, ships sail or a tent.
String, a humble thing, but necessary.
I am upset when there is no string handy,
ready, for doing the things that need string.
A simple but beautiful, and sometimes life saving thing.
String, my ode to String. c.g. ©
Gimme string, real string not the plastic imitation string that doesn’t even smell like string. I love the smell of new string, just as I love the smell of a new spring. Like flowers, each string has its own delicious scent. Gimme, gimme, gimme lovely, fresh string.
Yes String rope all things of beauty and Use!
I am so happy that there are other string lovers out there. c x